Aren't we down here to kill shit?

[Stop preening, Crow, it's unbecoming and will give him an envy hangover. He looks around for the next shadow, serrated sword flashing into his hand. All this shit he can't do.]

Are you saying I'm due another persona because of our bond? Perhaps I should mark my calendar.

[A Shadow blob emerges around a corner, getting tangled up in its own feet as Magpie hacks it in half.]